“A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.”

“Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;And in his simple show he harbours treason.”

“Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out!Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.”

“Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.”

“Would the fountain of your mind were clear again,that I might water an ass at it!”

“I know love is begun by time,And that I see, in passages of proof,Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.There lives within the very flame of loveA kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.And nothing is at a like goodness still.For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,Dies in his own too-much. That we would do,We should do when we would, for this “would” changesAnd hath abatements and delays as manyAs there are tongues, are hands, are accidents.And then this “should” is like a spendthrift sighThat hurts by easing.”

“Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed.”